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Victim 1: Shouto Todoroki
Shouto wasn’t sure how he ended up in this predicament. They had a free period that he was determined to use to study ahead. His father had been increasing the time allotted to his after-school training sessions, so any free time had to be used for homework.
So yes, he had fully intended to get work done during the free period.
By all means, he should have been very productive. Mr. Aizawa let them move their desks so they could work together. Currently, Shouto was sitting on the ground, leaning back against the wall. His Japanese literature homework was spread out at his side, neatly organized and ready to be reviewed for the new paper that was just assigned. He already had an outline written up.
So, what was the problem?
The problem was that a certain classmate decided to sit next to him. He thought he had made it clear at the beginning of the year that he wasn’t looking to make friends. He hadn’t even implied it; he had said it forthright. Apparently, Midoriya didn’t get the memo.
“Midoriya, I am not going to be your friend. You’re wasting your time. Go bother someone else.”
He pouted. He P O U T E D. “But I haven’t said anything!”
“I can feel you staring at me.”
“I promise I’ll be quiet if you let me stay.” Midoriya said, looking up at Shouto with huge eyes.
From how Midoriya acted around Bakugou, Shouto knew this was a losing battle. If the cat wasn’t scared off by Bakugou’s explosions, there was no way he’d be able to get him to leave. Fire and ice were nothing compared to explosions. By all means, Midoriya should be terrified of Bakugou if he truly had the hearing abilities of a cat.
“If you stay quiet, you can stay,” Shouto said with a resigned sigh. “This doesn’t make us friends.”
Midoriya nodded quickly and curled up next to Shouto. He then proceeded to lean against him. Specifically, his fire side. Shouto tried to shrug him off, but he kept returning like a fungus. He thought he had made it clear that he didn’t want friends to be touched.
As he began to write out the beginnings of his essay, Midoriya settled down. His tail still flicked back and forth, his ears still twitched (which really tickled Shouto’s jaw, but he wouldn’t say anything). Shouto was about to start the third paragraph when the weight on his suddenly got a lot heavier. Midoriya was no longer leaning against him, he was fully laying on him. His eyes were closed, and his body was (mostly) still.
Midoriya was taking a cat nap.
Shouto had heard Ashido say that it was a crime to move a sleeping animal, so he was stuck here until his cat classmate woke up. Based on how often he slept during classes and passing periods, he would be stuck here until their next class began.
“Oh. My. God!” A sharp whisper make Shouto look towards the source. “Is he napping on you?” Ochako was looking at them with wide eyes and her phone out, presumably taking pictures. “Mina! Tsu! Look at them!”
The other girls were soon gathered around the two boys, cooing and taking pictures of their own.
“Oh, come on, Midoriya has it easy,” Ashido said with a pout. “He doesn’t have to even do anything to woo the pretty boys.”
“… am I being wooed?” Shouto wasn’t exactly sure what about the situation constituted Midoriya “wooing” him, but he definitely wanted to find out. “Why would he woo me?”
“Because you’re pretty, Todoroki.”
“Are you supposed to woo anyone you find pretty?”
“No!” Ashido’s eyes widened at her own volume. She quickly lowered her voice to a whisper. “You woo someone that you like, but it helps if you find them pretty.”
“I don’t like anyone.”
Asui put her finger on her chin as she looked over them both. “If you don’t like Midori, then why are you letting him nap on you?”
“… I don’t like him. Ashido said a few days ago that it’s a crime to move a sleeping animal, I figured that applied to him as well.”
The girls giggled softly. “Ooor, you like him.”
“I don’t like him, I’m not here to make friends.” Despite wanting to get his point across, he refused to raise his voice for fear of waking the sleeping lion (Panthera leo) on him. Was Midoriya a lion? His hair certainly looked like a mane and his eyes appeared very lion-like in their shape and coloring. Were lions cuddlers?
… was one of his parents a lion? How would that work?
“Just admit you—” Ashido cut herself off at the sound of a soft rumbling. The sound seemed to be coming from Midoriya, he could certainly feel soft vibrations in his shoulder. Shouto wasn’t exactly sure what the sound was, but it must have been a good thing as the girls started to coo more.
“He’s purring! Someone get Mr. Aizawa!”
“But he’s sleeping, I’m not about to wake him up.”
“I think he’d want to see this… at least make a video.”
“Oooh! Good idea, I’ll send the video in the group chat!”
Shouto looked down at Izuku. He wasn’t sure how he was still sleeping through all of this. “I just don’t understand why he decided to sit by me if he was just going to sleep.”
“It’s because you’re hot, Todoroki. He must like the warmth of your fire side,” Asui said. It honestly made sense. Cats liked sleeping on warm things… or so he’s heard. He’s never actually petted a cat before, much less been close enough to one to decipher its habits.
“Huh… alright.” He never thought that his fire side could be used for anything good, but cat naps seemed like a pretty good thing. Maybe, just maybe, he could give the friendship thing a try. If only so Midoriya could nap more comfortably, that was the only reason.
The only one.
Victim 2: Hitoshi Shinsou
Hitoshi liked to start shit, that was nothing new. His quirk required him to take part in certain levels of assholery to get a reaction.
Was declaring war on class 1-A after the USJ attack mean? Yeah, probably.
Did he care? … he’d have to think about that a little more.
He hadn’t expected such a large crowd to gather at 1-A’s door during passing period, but oh well. More people to piss off, more people to get reactions out of. It was a win-win situation for him despite the fact that he hated crowds.
And people in general.
Everything had been going fine, he was certainly getting a good reaction out of blond boom boom boy, whatever the fuck his name was. Despite outward appearances, Hitoshi didn’t have a death wish. The sooner he could brain wash the blond to get himself out, the better it was for everyone. It would give him a bigger chance of transferring in.
Everything was going fine until Hitoshi saw HIM. He was rather hard to miss with a mane of green curls, fuzzy pointed ears, and a large swishing tail. There were two things that Hitoshi was weak against in this world: cute boys and cats.
The bastard in front of him was both.
Hitoshi could fight against cute boys, it was simple enough. All he had to do was figure out how shitty their personality was, and then it was easy to distance himself from how attractive they were. But GreenBean? It was fucking impossible. He was a cat boy sent from hell.
Every single fucker that had gathered outside of 1-A were easily swayed and distracted by his wide smile and twitching tail, but Hitoshi saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes.
He was a predator on the prowl for his next victim.
“Hi! What’s your name? I’m Izuku Midoriya, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” Midoriya said brightly as he offered his hand.
What was Hitoshi supposed to do? Ignore the adorable cat boy’s hand?
“… Hitoshi Shinsou.”
He could hear a few snickers coming from class 1-A, but he wasn’t sure what they were laughing about. All he did was shake Midoriya’s hand. It wasn’t like his heart was melting.
It wasn’t.
He wasn’t here to make friends, only enemies and maybe an arch nemesis if he felt spicy.
Midoriya didn’t fit into that plan.
He was so deep in his own thoughts; he hadn’t even noticed that he was still holding Midoriya’s hand, and he was rambling about something.
“— next thing you know, I’m hanging out of a tree upside down! Kacchan didn’t even help me down, he was too busy laughing at the fact that a bird escaped me. Can you believe how rude he is?” Blond boom boom boy snickered; he must be ‘Kacchan.’ “After that, Kacchan told me that I’m only allowed to chase after animals if he gets to record it. I don’t know why he would do that because I’m usually super good at catching them.”
“Ya aint shit at shit, furball.”
“That didn’t make sense, Kacchan,” Hitoshi said deadpan.
Blond boom boom boy didn’t like that.
“The hell did you call me, Eyebags?!” He surged forward and made a grab for Hitoshi’s collar. “No one gets to call me Kacchan.”
“No one? But didn’t Puss in Boots just call you Kacchan?”
Midoriya laughed. “That’s a new one! I haven’t heard that one before. I like you Shinsou.”
Fuck.
Cat boys are the worst.
Hitoshi cleared his throat. “No response, Kacchan? Cat got your tongue?” He tried to smirk coolly, but he wasn’t sure if it came across right. “I guess you’re just blowing smoke, you’ll be the first I take out in the Sports Festival.”
Kacchan boom boom boy really did not like that.
Bakugou didn’t say a single coherent sentence. Everything that came out of his mouth was a mixture of expletives, half formed threats, and pure screaming. He was definitely easy to rile up.
Midoriya just laughed softly and grabbed Bakugou by the arm. “Come on Kacchan, it’s time for lunch! You can fight them to the death later.” He started to pull Bakugou through the crowd, everyone parted around them. “It was nice to meet you Shinsou! I look forward to beating you!”
That fucking cat boy. “Bold words for a kitten barely bigger than a furball.”
What Midoriya did next was far worse than laughing. He chattered, very similarly to the chattering that Hitoshi’s cat made when she wanted to play. “Enjoy lunch!”
He couldn’t care about how his lunch went. All he knew is that he would definitely enjoy tormenting Bakugou.
… with Midoriya’s help, of course.
But that didn’t make them friends, not at all. But maybe, just maybe, it was a start.
Victim 3: Neito Monoma
Class 1-A was the worst, he didn’t need anyone to tell him that, he simply knew it to be true. They were by far the most arrogant and obnoxious group he’s ever encountered. The school year barely started, and they’d already dealt with villains! They got the spotlight for it, something Neito could never forgive them.
… they also got trauma, but that was beside the point.
Even during lunch, they stole the spotlight. They always sat crowded together, seemingly scared to mix with the common folk. Typical.
He hadn’t bothered to learn their names, why should he? None of them even tried to socialize with class 1-B. No, he wouldn’t reach out to them until they learned to humble themselves and made it clear they were looking for friends. Glancing over at their tables, it was clear they weren’t phased in the slightest by the confrontation at their classroom door. If anything, they seemed more riled up than usual. The volatile blond seemed to be telling a story.
Seeing as class 1-A wasn’t going to introduce themselves anytime soon, it seemed that Neito would have to be the humble one and introduce himself. He pointedly ignored Kendou as she tried to drag him back to their table.
“Well well well, what do we have here? Class 1-A relaxing despite the Sports Festival being around the corner? That’s awfully arrogant of you all, to assume that you’ll win.”
A girl with purple hair and weird ears glanced over at him, huffed in amusement, and turned her attention back to the volatile blond.
“Now you’re ignoring your fellow classmates. How heartless can you be?!”
Something wrapped around his wrist.
Something fuzzy wrapped around his wrist.
Neito followed the fuzzy tail towards its owner. He peeked around the blond bitch and saw a green haired boy that was previously hidden. Neito hadn’t seen him before, he looked rather cat-like.
Thank god Neito was a dog person.
He loved hated cats. Cats were the best worst. They were rude little assholes that found too much fun in inconveniencing others.
“What were you saying?” Cat boy asked softly, trying not to interrupt blond bitch.
Cats were definitely the worst.
“I was saying that class 1-A obviously isn’t taking the Sports Festival seriously.”
He tilted his head to the side, considering Neito deeply. His nose twitched a bit in thought. “We are taking it seriously, we’re just using lunch to relax before we go back to work.” He pulled out his phone. “Wanna see a cute cat I saw on my way to school this morning?”
“No, I hate cats.”
Cat boy held up his phone. On his screen was a puff of white fur with two green eyes. The kitten was in the middle of pouncing on a fallen leaf. Despite hating cats, Neito had to admit it was a really good picture. But that didn’t change anything (yes it did).
“Do you still hate cats?” Cat boy asked with a grin. “Oh! How rude of me, I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Izuku Midoriya.”
“Well, Midoriya. I’ll have you know that one good picture doesn’t change my opinion on cats.”
“Does this?” He pulled up a video of the same kitten, this time chasing after a shoelace. It was so cute he could cry, but he wouldn’t. He refused to show weakness in front of 1-A.
He sniffed. “No.”
Midoriya scrolled through his phone furiously. “Does this?” The picture showed Midoriya and blond bitch at a cat café. At least five cats were crawling over Midoriya, seeming to sense that they were brethren. “Those kittens are up for adoption.”
“… where’s the café?”
“I can show you after school! Kacchan has to stay after school for a few costume redesigns, I was planning on going there anyway. Wanna join me?”
“I still hate cats; this doesn’t change anything. I just don’t know any other cafés in the area,” Neito said as he pulled out his phone. He pointedly looked at Midoriya. “Are you gonna give me your number or what?”
The smile that spread across his face was adorable horrendous. He quickly passed over his phone so Neito could put his number in. “Thank you! I’ll text you the details!”
Neito glanced at the other members still at the table, the ones that were still ignoring him. “Why aren’t they saying anything?”
“Oh, Kacchan is telling them about how I once got stuck in a tree after a dog scared me. I already know the story, obviously, but they find it funny.”
Dogs are the worst best.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you after school then. This café better have good coffee to make up for the fact that it’s filled with disgusting cats.”
Midoriya laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll like it.”
Neito made his way back to his table and took a seat. While he hated class 1-A and cats, maybe they weren’t so bad when they were mixed together. He wasn’t becoming friends with Midoriya, no. He was just getting to know his enemy, get a step ahead for the Sports Festival.
Nothing more, nothing less.